Trapped in Blue


Hidden in my hood

Forgotten in my skin

A self imposed prisoner

Your words carefully placed tranverse the not insurmountble space

Space between us

Yet I do not have the hubris or the unjaded hope that you speak them for me

I comort myself half way asleep

That that sense

Of intensity and masterpiece

Is better held forever in blue that crushes vividly

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Kira Burton wants you to see this Amazon.com


The Thieves of Fate https://www.amazon.com/dp/153778210X/ref=cm_sw_r_other_apa_EfujybMWRKTQ9

You can order a physical book or kindle version above but if  you would like a signed copy or one of the beautiful prints drawn by  James Burton II please conact me at iconoclastgrey@gmail.com

My first short novel Thieves of Fate is a psychological tale with moments of horror that envelope you like a nightmare, themes of identity and consequence that send the mind into a spiral, and scenes of very human dark humor in the form of wit and sarcasm that help you whistle past the graveyard.

The protagonist Jack is a legend in his own mind even if he has no idea who he is and as his story progresses he is growing more fearful that he is losing what little grip he has on reality.

Jack spends half his time in the Territories Psychiatric Hospital and the other half in places and memories that he cannot be sure are real. And yet the more he visits these places that his mind says are only dreams and these memories that a voice in his head says are false the more he starts to wonder where the truth really lies.

He meets a cast of characters. At Territoties they are other patients, therapists, psychiatrists, and orderlies. In the other places he meets supernatural beings called Thieves that look like children but are absolutely not. And there are more things in the other places. Things that Jack does not understand. Things that Jack is scared to understand.

When I created Thieves of Fate I went imto a dark alley and roughed up Greek and Christian mythology taking what I wanted and leaving the rest. I added what odd bits of allegory and indiscriminate eavesdroppings of lore that I could pick from the pockets of superstition and black market beliefs.

So no matter where Jack is or who he meets he is never quite sure who is trying to help him and who is trying to hurt him. At times he is even forced to wonder that about himself.

Jack’s story is one that will leave you unsettled. It is a story that always has a new secret to reveal but never tells them all. But if you are willing to see it through to the end you will find that it has a pulse, it has a beating heart. What you find within that heart is up to you.

Which truth is the honest one? Which reality is real? Who exactly is Jack? Not even I can answer those questions… but you can.

Thieves of Fate was written by Kira Burton. My other published work is Spilled Ink a book of poetry that you can find on lulu.com and will be coming to Kindle soon. Spilled Ink is a book filled with honesty and vulnerability and you will find certain pieces in it that appear no where else

Thieves of Fate was ilustrated by the incredible artist James Burton II. Creator, writer, artist for the amazing  superhero comic with a twist Damage Inc. Character driven and unbelievably fun Damage Inc is worth reading. He has also worked as a collaborator on several other comics. He is currently  working with SCATTERED INC. Check out some of his work at Angrybrainartworks.com In 2017 James and I will be collaborating  on The Ballad of Nod, a breathtakingly beautiful comic that brings together dark fantasy and children’s dream worlds. With incredibly vibrant, complex story telling and rich, vivid visuals Nod brings to life a child’s dreams and nightmares in such a way that will make you want to return again and again no matter what age you grow to be.

A Death Has Occurred


So many things I should have said

So many simple spoken words that could have altered lives

Now

Time moves on in gentle, dusty swirls

Universes expand and we step moments closer to eternity

You

Have faded away

One more blurry photograph

In the stammering collage of my past.

You have become just another supernatural thought

To make the visions on my eyelids all the more tragic

Once you were held high

An ephemeral angel created for my admiration

But not even creatures divine

Can fly

On the frail wings of broken hopes

So you fell….

You were left shattered and broken

On the concrete of my mind

Then you fell so low in my regard

That your scattered bones barely existed

I am certain that my death has occurred in your thoughts

My face twisted by sharp words

My body massacred by misplaced aggression

However this apparent fact does not hold my attention

So who am I to think

That you would be troubled

That I read your obituary aloud in my dreams?

What I wanted


What I wanted

Have you ever had a dream break your heart?

You were smiling when you were sleeping

Even though you knew

That was not the dream you should be dreaming

That dream should have been a nightmare

But lucidly you stayed there

Just so you could feel

Because it had been so long

It was just an ideal

Nothing that could ever be real

But the feeling though fleeting

Made you alive

When you awoke

You realized

The real world

Was a lie

And your attitude

On verisimilitude

Took a turn for the worst

Because while asleep

You thought your heart would burst

But awake it barely wants to beat

The biggest lie I ever told myself is

That this is not what I need

Simply

Because I thought I couldn’t have it

But now I crave it

Like Rapunzel

No happy ending